The kid was floating

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He was Cassius Marcellus Clay then, of course an Olympic gold medalist, undefeated challenger for the world heavyweight crown and the most charismatic (and, for some, the most controversial) athlete of the era. It was February 1964, and the 22 year old Clay, whose professional record was an impressive 19 0, was slated to fight Sonny Liston for the heavyweight title in Miami Beach. Hardly anyone in the boxing world and certainly very, very few in the close knit and deeply conservative boxing media Ryan Clady Jersey gave the supremely self confident Kentuckian the slightest chance of Womens Ryan Clady Jersey beating the hard punching Bear. while no one gave him much of a chance, nor could anyone possibly ignore a fighter who recited his own comical, self aggrandizing poetry to anyone who would listen. (One pre fight gem: crowd did not dream when they put up the money / that they would see a total eclipse of the Sonny. on the night of Feb. 25, 1964, Clay took the crown from Liston with a 7th round technical knockout in a performance that marked the arrival of an unmistakably formidable boxing talent. Clay soon to be renamedMuhammad Ali possessed an unprecedented set of skills, Womens Von Miller Jersey including balletic footwork, lightning hand speed and Authentic Von Miller Jersey bone crushing punching power. When the referee counted Liston out in that ring in Miami Beach, it was clear that the world of boxing, and the universe of sports in general, would never be the same.

Incredibly, the loud mouthed bragging, insulting youngster had been telling the truth all along. Cassius Clay won the world heavyweight title tonight when a bleeding Sonny Liston, his left shoulder injured, was unable to answer the bell for the seventh round.

Immediately after he had been announced as the new heavyweight champion of the world, Clay yelled Von Miller Jersey to the newsmen covering the fight: your words.

But the kid hadn lied. All those interminable refrains of like a butterfly, sting like a bee, had been more than foolish songs. The kid was floating. He leaned back from Liston jabs and hooks, backed into the ropes, then Authentic Ryan Clady Jersey spun out and away. He moved clockwise around Liston, taunting that terrible left hook, his hands still low.

And then the crowd was cheering and booing, which is something like laughing and crying because it was the wildest thing they had ever seen. It didn make sense. For weeks, Clay had played the fool and been tagged at will by unworthy sparring partners. This morning, at the weigh in, he had acted bizarre and disturbed.